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 New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Malaria! to the grime 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.