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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dual Sessions to the disco 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
JFA,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.