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 East Timor and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Flag to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
cv313,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.