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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quando Quango to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.