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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Birthday Party 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
the Slits,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fortunes,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.