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 Spain and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Iggy Pop to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
Pulsallama,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
Fear,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.