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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Saccharine Trust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
Flipper,
EPMD,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.