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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
Visage,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.