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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Josef K to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.