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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neu! to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.