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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Gong to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
Pagans,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.