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 Poland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
Nas,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.