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 Serbia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 L. Decosne to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Niagra,
Jandek,
Q65,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
Skarface,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.