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 Suriname and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Basic Channel to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.