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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.