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 Germany and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scientists to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.