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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.