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 Congo and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Malaria! to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.