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 Gabon and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sandy B,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.