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 Kenya and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Subhumans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.