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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.