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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Wake to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
The Cure,
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Pus,
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.