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 Uzbekistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.