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 Maldives and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 U.S. Maple to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
Anakelly,
Nas,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
Mars,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.