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 Portugal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Aswad to the grime 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
Quantec,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monks,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
Pantytec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
Magma,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.