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 Norway and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
Harry Pussy,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.