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 Singapore 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Holt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
CMW,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.