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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arcadia to the jazz 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.