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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Offenders to the jazz 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.