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 Armenia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.