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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Audionom to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Certain Ratio,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.