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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
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 Edmonton and Jakarta.
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 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 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 Barry Ungar to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Ossler,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.