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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 L. Decosne to the crunk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.