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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Boredoms,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Can,
Simply Red,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Organ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
Moebius,
The Index,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q65,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.