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 Niger and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Associates to the dance 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.