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 Poland and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Warsaw to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
Can,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Parry Music,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.