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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
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 linndrum 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
The Slits,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Brick,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.