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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
Eddi Front,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
Oneida,
Slave,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
Darondo,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.