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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Hashim,
Hoover,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.