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 Dominica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warren Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.