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 Senegal and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
Model 500,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
MC5,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
DNA,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
The Standells,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.