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 France and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
Main Source,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.