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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Martian to the rap 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Qualms,
Faust,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ken Boothe,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.