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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Technova to the grunge 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
Magazine,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.