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 Malta and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David McCallum to the punk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
Heaven 17,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Cymande,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sugar Minott,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.