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 Sweden and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalann to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Smog,
Magazine,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.