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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Harmonia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.