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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Henry Cow,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
Aswad,
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
Zapp,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.