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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Don Cherry to the dance 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yellowson,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.