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 Qatar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.