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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 T.S.O.L. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
CMW,
The Cure,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.