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 Oman and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lyres,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.