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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 H. Thieme to the disco 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
The Doors,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.