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 Samoa and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Sun City Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
Sällskapet,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
Fat Boys,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.