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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 The Misunderstood to the jazz 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Monks,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
David McCallum,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.