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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg 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 Bluetip to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
ABBA,
Audionom,
Magazine,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.