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 Laos and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 John Holt to the jazz 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
Outsiders,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
Crime,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
Ludus,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.