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 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
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 harpsichord 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 Section 25 to the rap 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.