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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABBA to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
OOIOO,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.