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 Somalia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 John Lydon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
Swans,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Dolphy,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.