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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
Japan,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.