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 Spain and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Groovy Waters to the dance 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
Deepchord,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.