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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Leaves to the jazz 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
Franke,
Niagra,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.