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 Benin 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
Magma,
Wire,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
June Days,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.