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 Germany and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Reagan Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
The Searchers,
Adolescents,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
the Human League,
Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Howard Jones,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.