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 Panama and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q65,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
Inner City,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
MDC,
Severed Heads,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.