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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord 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?
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
Symarip,
Motorama,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
Q65,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.