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 Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eddi Front to the rap 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
Swans,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Pylon,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.