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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 H. Thieme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.