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 Sweden and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vogues to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
Cluster,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
Fear,
Gong,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.