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 Paraguay and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 the Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
Mantronix,
Visage,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.