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 Portugal 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Intrusion to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.