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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 DNA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Franke,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.