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 Cambodia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 The Star Department to the disco 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
The Vogues,
Visage,
AZ,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
The Move,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
Inner City,
MDC,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.