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 Malaysia and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Q and Not U to the dance 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
Q65,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.