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 Latvia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Yellowson to the jazz 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
Colin Newman,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.