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 Monaco and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Khruangbin to the crunk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
Jacques Brel,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.