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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Harmonia to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
Second Layer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Hot Snakes,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.