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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Lungfish to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One 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?
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Wire,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
Q65,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.