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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skarface 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultra Naté,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.