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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
PIL,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slackers,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.