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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 The Flesh Eaters to the funk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
Swans,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.