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 Guyana and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Tim Buckley to the grime 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
The Monks,
Lalann,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
Magazine,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.