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 Serbia and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 DJ Style to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Half Japanese,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Anakelly,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.