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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 H. Thieme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
Chrome,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.