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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
The Birthday Party,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Zapp,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
Index,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.