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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 The Knickerbockers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Holt,
Lyres,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.