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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warsaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.