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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.