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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 The Beau Brummels to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott,
Ultra Naté,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.