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 Niger and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 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 Archie Shepp to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.