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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Skatalites to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
Can,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
10cc,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
Slave,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.