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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Outsiders to the grime 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
the Swans,
Technova,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
UT,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.