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 Albania and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Buzzcocks to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.