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 Dominican Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Erykah Badu 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.