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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 The Martian to the dance 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Mars,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.