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 Gabon and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Popol Vuh to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
Franke,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.