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 Russia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Al Stewart to the punk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.