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 Brunei and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.