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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 U.S. Maple to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Aswad,
Yaz,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.