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 Tonga and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Black Sheep to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.