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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Japan,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
Organ,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
the Association,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.