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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Barracudas to the dance 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.