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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Beau Brummels to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Sherman,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.