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 San Marino and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
Danielle Patucci,
Technova,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.