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 Nicaragua 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Silicon Teens to the funk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q65,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.