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 Gambia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
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 marimba 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 Drexciya to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
Yaz,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
PIL,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.