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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shoche to the electroclash 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Wings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
PIL,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.