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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Birthday Party to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxy Music,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
Y Pants,
Livin' Joy,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.