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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
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 Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Y Pants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.