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 Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Talk Talk to the techno 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Organ,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.