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 Malawi and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The New Christs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Fear,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.