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 United States and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.