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 Burkina and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Steve Hackett to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.