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 Burundi and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
Can,
a-ha,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.