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 Malaysia and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
Suburban Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.