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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Minutemen to the techno 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
The Doors,
MC5,
PIL,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.