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 Armenia and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
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 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 Joy Division to the grunge 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.