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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 John Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.