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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.