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 Libya and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 The Red Krayola to the jazz 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
UT,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Oneida,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.