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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Cybotron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
Slave,
Deakin,
Index,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.