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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
Crime,
Ten City,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
JFA,
The Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.