Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Argentina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
The Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.