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 Nepal and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wings to the disco 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
Warsaw,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.