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 Cuba and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Siglo XX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Motorama,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
Hardrive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
Gong,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Lalann,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.