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 Guatemala and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
The Human League,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
The Raincoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
The Names,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.