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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.