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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
Chris & Cosey,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Kayak,
Ice-T,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
Franke,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.