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 Haiti and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Little Man,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
Franke,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.