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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 David Axelrod to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.