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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.