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 Netherlands 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Motions to the rap 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.