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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida,
Clear Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
The Names,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.