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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
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 guitar 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 Fela Kuti to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
X-102,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.