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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 The Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
Television,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.