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 Cyprus 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deadbeat to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
Smog,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gories,
Scion,
Ten City,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.