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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s.
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 Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
UT,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.