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 Fiji and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
Derrick May,
Jandek,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
Accadde A,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.