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 Peru and from Mumbai.
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 Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Infiniti to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
Pussy Galore,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.