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 Monaco and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Lightning Bolt to the techno 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
The Fortunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Oblivians,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
Gong,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.