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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Coltrane to the funk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry 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?
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Kayak,
The Motions,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
The Saints,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.