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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
The Evens,
The Index,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
Excepter,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.