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 Mali and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
UT,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Sneak,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.