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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
F. McDonald,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Kaleidoscope,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.