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 Yemen and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 The Offenders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.