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 Panama and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.