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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Bauhaus to the rap 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Magma,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.