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 Morocco 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Pierre Henry to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
The Skatalites,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.