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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Average White Band to the grime 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
Magma,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
Marmalade,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.