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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
Agent Orange,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.