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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Fuzztones to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
Vladislav Delay,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.