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 Kiribati and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Television Personalities to the grime 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.