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 Australia and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Shoche to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.