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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Pole to the rock 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
Q65,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.