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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.