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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Model 500 to the rap 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.