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 India and from Lyon.
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 Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moss Icon 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
Scion,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
the Association,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.