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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 DNA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.