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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
Crime,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.