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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pantytec to the punk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
The Pop Group,
Make Up,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.