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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Buzzcocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.