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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.