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 Egypt and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 The American Breed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.