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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
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 rhodes 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 Technova to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy 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?
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
Oneida,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.