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 India and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
Magma,
Interpol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
Simply Red,
Faust,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.