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 Tonga and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Avey Tare 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
This Heat,
a-ha,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.