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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fugs to the disco 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
The Monks,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.