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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Searchers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Simply Red,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.