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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
Scion,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
Q65,
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.