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 Kenya and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ituana to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Can,
Skarface,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
Unwound,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.