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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Jandek to the electroclash 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms 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?
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Ituana,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.