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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
The Monks,
Interpol,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
UT,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.