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 Libya and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sister Nancy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
The Doors,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
Can,
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.