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 Portugal and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Bananas to the punk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
The Last Poets,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.