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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Walker Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
Symarip,
Section 25,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Star Department,
The Kinks,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.