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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Pantytec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
Main Source,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
AZ,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.