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 Belarus and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Scrapy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
Shoche,
Mars,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.