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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oblivians 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
EPMD,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.