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 Australia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 The Blues Magoos to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
Model 500,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
Qualms,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultravox,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.