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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 K-Klass to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
Smog,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
Can,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.