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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 World's Most to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Kenny Larkin,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.