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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
The Names,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Ronan,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
Urselle,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.