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 Cuba and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Davy DMX to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
Skriet,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
the Association,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.