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 Togo and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Juan Atkins to the techno 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dirtbombs,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.