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 Guyana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Agitation Free to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.