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 Armenia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
New Order,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.