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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
Hoover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
Japan,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.