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 Tajikistan 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
Pagans,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.