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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Alphaville to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
The Toasters,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.