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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.