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 Samoa and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Barrington Levy to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.