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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Smog,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.