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 Qatar and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Almond,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
MC5,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.