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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Scion to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.