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 Singapore and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Swell Maps to the punk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Inner City,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.