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 South Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Young Marble Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
X-102,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.