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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.