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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Parry Music to the punk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.