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 Italy and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grunge 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerri Chandler,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.