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 Sweden and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 L. Decosne 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
Soulsonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.