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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 The Leaves to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
Yaz,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.