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 Cyprus 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
ABC,
The Cure,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.