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 Croatia and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q65,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.