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 India and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Darondo,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
MC5,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.