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 Micronesia and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.