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 Chad and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
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 güiro 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 Cheater Slicks 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
Q65,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.