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 Latvia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Eddi Front to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
MDC,
Pole,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.