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 Australia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Anakelly to the disco 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
Dawn Penn,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.