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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.