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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 John Foxx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.