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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Green to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.