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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Yellowson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Yellowson,
Neil Young,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.