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 Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.