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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Velvet Underground to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.