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 Iran and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Tremeloes,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.