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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
the Association,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.