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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fatback Band to the punk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.