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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.