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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Chris Corsano to the techno 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
AZ,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.