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 Belize and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Silicon Teens to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.