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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.