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 Greece and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slave to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.