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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 The Tremeloes to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed 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?
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
Liliput,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
Wire,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funky Four + One,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.