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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-102 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.