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 Paraguay 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC,
Unwound,
Urselle,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.