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 Greece and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monks,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
ABC,
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.