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 Costa Rica 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Altered Images to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fatback Band,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.