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 Norway and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
the Association,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
The Index,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.