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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Black Flag 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
Magazine,
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.