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 Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
Pagans,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
the Sonics,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.