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 Denmark 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Misunderstood to the grunge 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
Television,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.