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 Poland 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Pagans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
Lungfish,
Crime,
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.