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 Moldova and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
Jacques Brel,
Fear,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ten City,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.