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 Argentina 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
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 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 Dennis Brown to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.