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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Suicide to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.