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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
Pylon,
Wings,
AZ,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.