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 Iran 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Howard Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
Wire,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Alice Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.