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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Association to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
The Cure,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp.,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Swans,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q65,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.