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 Tajikistan and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Brass Construction to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
DNA,
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.