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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Livin' Joy to the techno 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
Television,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
Nirvana,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
Ludus,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Lydon,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.