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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Don Cherry,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.