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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
Cameo,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.