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 Fiji and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Machine to the crunk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
K-Klass,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
The Victims,
The Monks,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.