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 Uzbekistan and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Inner City to the disco 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
John Cale,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
The Blackbyrds,
Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
Essential Logic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.