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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Oblivians to the disco 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper 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?
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
Monks,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.