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 Egypt and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Aural Exciters to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
Junior Murvin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Technova,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
John Cale,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
10cc,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.