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 Slovakia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
Cluster,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.