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 Uganda and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Talk Talk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
10cc,
the Slits,
The Victims,
Wire,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
Fear,
Roxette,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
UT,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.