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 St Lucia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
MDC,
OOIOO,
Silicon Teens,
Mantronix,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Thompson Twins,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.