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 Guyana 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Malaria! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.