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 Qatar 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Blancmange to the punk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.