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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 MDC to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
Interpol,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.