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 Grenada and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
FM Einheit,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
the Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
DNA,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.