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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
Zapp,
Skriet,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
Oblivians,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.