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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
The Remains,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.