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 Rwanda and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 H. Thieme to the electroclash 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Swans,
Scan 7,
The Names,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.