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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Surgeon to the electroclash 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Animal Collective,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.