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 Thailand and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Neu! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
Newcleus,
Gong,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
Delta 5,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.