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 Botswana and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Duran Duran to the techno 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
The Offenders,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.