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 Ireland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zeros to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.