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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface,
MC5,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
UT,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.