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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.