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 Finland and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
Laurel Aitken,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.