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 Thailand 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
Slave,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.