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 Bolivia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
Porter Ricks,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
Cluster,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.