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 Liberia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Smooth,
ABC,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.