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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Cluster to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
Q65,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
the Germs,
New Order,
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
Tres Demented,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.