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 Qatar and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jandek to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.