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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Technova to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
PIL,
DJ Style,
10cc,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.