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 San Marino 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Niagra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
DNA,
X-101,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex,
H. Thieme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.