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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Doobie Brothers to the dance 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nas,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.