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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Sam Rivers to the disco 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.