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 Micronesia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ponytail to the rap 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Faust,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
Symarip,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.