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 India and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terry Callier to the techno 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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.