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 Andorra and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Lyres,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.