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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deakin 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U,
a-ha,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.