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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Lou Christie to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May 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?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.