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 Zimbabwe 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
The Saints,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Liliput,
ABC,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.