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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Deakin,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
Scion,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
The Martian,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.