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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Style 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
Index,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.