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 Macedonia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
Q65,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Mars,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.