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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brand Nubian to the electroclash 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.