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 Croatia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the jazz 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Television,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.