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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slave to the crunk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
Agent Orange,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.