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 Lebanon and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.