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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 F. McDonald to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
The Slits,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.