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 Kenya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.