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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
T. Rex,
Television,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.