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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
Mars,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
PIL,
The Fall,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
Nico,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Can,
New York Dolls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.