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 China and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Colin Newman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.