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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Crime to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Franke,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Wake,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.