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 Botswana and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Seeds,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.