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 Finland and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Black Dice to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
Monks,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
Technova,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.