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 Uganda and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the rock 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
cv313,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.