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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nico,
Deepchord,
Monks,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.