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 Finland and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 The Fugs to the crunk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.