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 Philippines and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League,
The Searchers,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.