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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Prince Buster to the grunge 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
the Normal,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
Symarip,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
Jandek,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Cameo,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.