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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Metal Thangz 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
Section 25,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delta 5,
Magma,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.