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 Poland and from Lyon.
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 Bremen and Columbus.
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 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABC,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.