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 Fiji and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Lalann to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
JFA,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
Pole,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc,
Lalann,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.