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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Aswad,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.