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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
The Victims,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
Hardrive,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
Outsiders,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.