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 Swaziland and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Television 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
The Cowsills,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Scientists,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.