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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Lightning Bolt to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Adolescents,
Outsiders,
AZ,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Whodini,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.