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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 MC5 to the electroclash 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
cv313,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.