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 Venezuela and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Shoche to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC,
Motorama,
Swans,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
Lalann,
DNA,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.