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 Norway and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.