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 Brunei and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Joey Negro to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Ronan,
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
Subhumans,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.