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 East Timor 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Von Mondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
Scion,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.