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 Guinea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
Sarah Menescal,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
Ossler,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.