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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
EPMD,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.