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 Congo and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Holt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
The Saints,
Hoover,
Chrome,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.