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 Kenya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
CMW,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.