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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suburban Knight to the punk 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
MDC,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.