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 Namibia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Organ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.