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 Dominican Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
Q65,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.