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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Trumans Water to the rap 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Magazine,
New Order,
Model 500,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.