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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blancmange to the electroclash 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
Shoche,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.