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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 John Coltrane to the rap 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
Cymande,
The Saints,
Monolake,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
The Slits,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.