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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
AZ,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.