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 Jamaica 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
Wings,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.