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 Zambia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
MC5,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Cluster,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.