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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugazi to the grunge 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
Qualms,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
Wings,
Supertramp,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.