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 Somalia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
Josef K,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.