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 Malawi and from Bologna.
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 Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Nas,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
The Slits,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
48th St. Collective,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
This Heat,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.