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 Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Infiniti to the techno 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
Scratch Acid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
The Index,
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.