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 Botswana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Mars,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
MC5,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.