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 the UAE and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 May. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.