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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
Technova,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.