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 Portugal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
PIL,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.