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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Excepter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
cv313,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
CMW,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.