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 France and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
X-102,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Gong,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.