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 Peru and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Dead C to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.