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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cale to the punk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Soft Machine,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
Skriet,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.