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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Gong,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.