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 Syria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.