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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q65,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
Radiohead,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
Mars,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
Pole,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.