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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Ultimate Spinach to the punk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Smog,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
The Dead C,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.