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 Cambodia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 DJ Style to the disco 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.