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 Poland and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Soft Machine to the grime 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
Ludus,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.