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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Marine Girls to the techno 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
Boredoms,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
Organ,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
Brick,
Television,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.