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 the UAE and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Lindisfarne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
John Holt,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Erasure,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.