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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 MDC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
June Days,
Nico,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
The Selecter,
Fear,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.