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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.