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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Intrusion,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Association,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.