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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
Dead Boys,
Magma,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Rakim,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans,
New Order,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.