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 Brunei and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 H. Thieme to the disco 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani,
Thee Headcoats,
the Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Main Source,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.