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 Romania and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Angels of Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.