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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.