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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
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 snare 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
CMW,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
Shoche,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
The Standells,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.