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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Masters at Work to the techno 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.