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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxette to the techno 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Japan,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.