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 Japan and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Inner City to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.