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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pantytec to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
MDC,
The Victims,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.