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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Nirvana to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.