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 Korea South and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Nas,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
Television,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.