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 Armenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
UT,
Max Romeo,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.