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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Average White Band,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.