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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Television Personalities to the jazz 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
Scion,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
Pagans,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.