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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
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 güiro 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 The Toasters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
Smog,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
Angry Samoans,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
Mars,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.