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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brick to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.