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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
Man Parrish,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.