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 Greece and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 The Monochrome Set to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Audionom,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
The Star Department,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.