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 Namibia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 The Saints to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.