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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Joyce Sims,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.