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 Albania 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Evens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
Motorama,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Fear,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.