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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Easy Going to the disco 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
X-101,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.