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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Pierre Henry to the jazz 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Moebius,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.