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 Congo and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ituana to the punk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.