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 Morocco and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Gap Band to the funk 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.