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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Raincoats to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
Deakin,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
Kayak,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.