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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic 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?
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Minutemen,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.