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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Technova to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
JFA,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Scion,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oblivians,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.