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 Egypt and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Ten City to the electroclash 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
AZ,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cymande,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.