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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.