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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chrome to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
10cc,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
Wire,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Association,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.