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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 The Techniques to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
DNA,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.