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 Uruguay and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Max Romeo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.