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 Canada and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Trumans Water to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
Ituana,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Rekid,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.