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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
JFA,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
Hoover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.