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 Chad and from Mumbai.
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 Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Kinks to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
Underground Resistance,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
the Germs,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.