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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Television Personalities to the jazz 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.