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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gong to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
Organ,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.