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 Romania and from New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 cv313 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
Liliput,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.