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 Brazil and from Salvador.
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 Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magma to the techno 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
The Evens,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
LL Cool J,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
Visage,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.