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 Congo and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stooges to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
John Holt,
The Evens,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
Mars,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.