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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxy Music to the rap 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova 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?
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
Wire,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.