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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Don Cherry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Crime,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.