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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
10cc,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.