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 East Timor and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
PIL,
Blancmange,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
Lalann,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.