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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
The Invisible,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.