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 Antigua and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. 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?
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.