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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trojans to the dance 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
The Human League,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.