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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 PIL to the grime 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
X-101,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.