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 Fiji and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Drexciya to the rock 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
cv313,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
DNA,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Franke,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.