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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
The Index,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
Ponytail,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.