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 Peru and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Jacques Brel to the techno 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
F. McDonald,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.