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 Vanuatu 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Buckinghams to the grime 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick May,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
June Days,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.