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 Nigeria and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 crunk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.