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 Laos and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Alphaville to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
The Music Machine,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
The Names,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
Mars,
John Cale,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.