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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.