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 Togo and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Television,
Amazonics,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.