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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
Hashim,
Carl Craig,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.