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 United States and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
Unwound,
The Cure,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.