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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 the Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
Faust,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.