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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Harmonia to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
Index,
The Last Poets,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.