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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Derrick May to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
Depeche Mode,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
The Names,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
the Association,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.