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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
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 marimba 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Aswad,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.