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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
Index,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.