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 Oman and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Marble Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.