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 Finland and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Can to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Pagans,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.