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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fall to the punk 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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?
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
Darondo,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
The Cure,
Minutemen,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.