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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Evens to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
cv313,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
Schoolly D,
UT,
Max Romeo,
The Walker Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Monks,
Rapeman,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
Joy Division,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.