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 Israel and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.