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 Chad and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 The Happenings to the grime 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne,
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
Nico,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.