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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nas,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.