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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Icehouse to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.