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 Jordan and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.