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 Burundi and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Groovy Waters to the funk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole 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?
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
Wings,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
Erasure,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
Alphaville,
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.