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 Fiji 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 DJ Sneak to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Joensuu 1685,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.