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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Residents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.