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 Chile and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lalann to the dance 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
Cluster,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
Echospace,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.