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 Pakistan and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 the Association to the grunge 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
MC5,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.