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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.