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 Seychelles 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Minny Pops to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
cv313,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Agitation Free,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
DJ Style,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.