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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
Erasure,
AZ,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
This Heat,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Pole,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.