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 Cambodia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Supertramp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
Rosa Yemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
Index,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.