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 Guatemala 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
Marmalade,
Scratch Acid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
the Normal,
Nas,
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.