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 China and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Intrusion to the crunk 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.