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 Nigeria and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 D'Angelo 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.