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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
The Monochrome Set,
Rekid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
Can,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Slave,
Crime,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.