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 Montenegro 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aural Exciters to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
Yaz,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
10cc,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
Monolake,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.