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 Libya and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fat Boys 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
Wings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
JFA,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.