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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Pole,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.