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 Israel and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.