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 Cuba and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the electroclash 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Qualms,
Jandek,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yazoo,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.