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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Tres Demented 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.