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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Franke to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
Kayak,
Mr. Review,
MDC,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
Skarface,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.