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 Lesotho and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 FM Einheit to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.