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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
Q65,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.