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 Mali and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the punk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Crime,
Jandek,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.