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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Axelrod to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
Henry Cow,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.