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 Finland and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Marine Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.