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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Surgeon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
New Order,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.