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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Trumans Water to the disco 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
The Gories,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
Dual Sessions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.