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 Senegal and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 The Mummies to the rap 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
Roxette,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
Joey Negro,
UT,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.