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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
The Slackers,
The Leaves,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
Subhumans,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cure,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.