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 Maldives and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.