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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 ABC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
Brick,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.