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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
The Zeros,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.