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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
The Names,
Section 25,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
The Busters,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.