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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
The Doors,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gladiators,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
ABC,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.