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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
Skarface,
Visage,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Leonard Cohen,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
June of 44,
MDC,
Pagans,
DNA,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
The American Breed,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.