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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
Ossler,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
CMW,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.