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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maurizio to the punk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
CMW,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.