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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Black Bananas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Star Department,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drexciya,
UT,
Yaz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
Symarip,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.