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 Venezuela and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.