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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Mills,
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
JFA,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.