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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Dead C to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Nico,
The Saints,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
Gong,
The Doors,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
Smog,
The Seeds,
MDC,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minnie Riperton,
Television,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.