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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pagans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
Crime,
T. Rex,
Ronan,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.