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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mighty Diamonds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
AZ,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
The Modern Lovers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.