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 Grenada and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonic Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.