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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
Urselle,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.