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 Haiti and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Eddi Front to the jazz 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Franke,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.