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 Colombia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the funk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot 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?
Morten Harket,
Nas,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
AZ,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.