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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Metal Thangz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
China Crisis,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.