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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Bourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
The Litter,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.