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 Syria and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
Nas,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.