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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ossler to the jazz 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Jandek,
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Magma,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.