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 Guyana and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Zero Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
Chrome,
Lalann,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.