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 Canada and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 10cc to the techno 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
the Fania All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
The Litter,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.