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 Zambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Yazoo to the techno 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Index,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.