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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fuzztones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
The Gun Club,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.