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 Japan and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 CMW to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
UT,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
Brick,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.