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 Laos 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
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 spring reverb 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 Tres Demented 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Model 500,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
JFA,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.