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 Comoros and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
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 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 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 Vainqueur to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Pagans,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.