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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
The Standells,
Audionom,
Niagra,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.