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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Green to the jazz 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
the Bar-Kays,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.