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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Accadde A to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Selecter,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.