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 Serbia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 MDC 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.