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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Subhumans,
Jacques Brel,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
Symarip,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.