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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
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 David Bowie 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 Man Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Deadbeat,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.