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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
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 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 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Visage,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
The Index,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
Fear,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
T. Rex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
Hashim,
Gong,
The Dead C,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.