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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
The Red Krayola,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.