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 San Marino and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dead C to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Wire,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
Index,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faust,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.