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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Zeros to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pole,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.