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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Mars,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.