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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Gong to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.