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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.