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 Yemen and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 the Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
Liliput,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.