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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selecter to the grunge 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
Pere Ubu,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
John Holt,
This Heat,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.