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 the UAE and from Lagos.
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 Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Delta 5 to the crunk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
Rosa Yemen,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Q65,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA,
Swans,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.