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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 The Busters to the jazz 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
Rotary Connection,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.