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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Bar-Kays to the crunk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
Ossler,
Neu!,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Roger Hodgson,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.