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 Peru and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fatback Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
Urselle,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.