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 Micronesia and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 The Fortunes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
UT,
Rekid,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.