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 Georgia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Normal to the rap 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.