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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.