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 Chile and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Minutemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
Chrome,
This Heat,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
Sandy B,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
Television,
the Slits,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.