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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Wells to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
X-101,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.