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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Model 500 to the dance 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.