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 Dominica and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Saints to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
Wire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
Fear,
Urselle,
Skaos,
cv313,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.