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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
Newcleus,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q65,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.