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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Whodini,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quantec,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultravox,
Magazine,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.