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 Serbia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Residents to the dance 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Ronan,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
In Retrospect,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
World's Most,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.