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 Antigua 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kinks to the rap 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.