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 Comoros and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
the Association,
Japan,
The Names,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slackers,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.