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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Terry,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Nico,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.