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 Uganda and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Arthur Verocai 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
T.S.O.L.,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.