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 Belize and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
CMW,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
June Days,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.